Painful Glory

I cried for you; and something died, and something grew; and
Now the light—a scripted curse; and ever my soul, and never my
Heart; and drift the night: a mystic friend; and wring the rage:
A segue. The doors are open; and close my door: such

Contradiction; but balance lives; and balance dies; and something
Cringes: a touch of ghosts: a neighbor’s God. Where to, my
Anxious soul; and cry the midday; and never this end; and
Ever this death: a tulip’s blood: a daughter’s cry. I shower hope,

Afraid to pray; and such my life, the breath of wasp; and such
My life, the width of diamonds; and war my heart; and free
My foe. The ransom lives; and we perish mercy, aloft a sin; and
Speak the light—a mother’s faith; and tillage pain—a father’s
Ache; and what the night, a subtle graft; and what the wave, a
Final pant; and fathom our glory.